Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story

Karen and Michelle’s Sad Story Part 2 Michelle’s Story Chapter 53

 

By Redlegtiger

Redlegtiger@hotmail.com

 

Please remember that this is fantasy and anyone thinking that they should do these things in real life, deserve to be locked up and have the key thrown away and play sissy slut to their cell mate for eternity.  If you are not at least 18 years of age please leave.

 

Chapter 53, Burials and Rebirth

 

When the three girls finished lunch they began to do Sarah’s physical therapy.  For the next thirty minutes they manipulated each of Sarah’s limbs and found that her arm strength was beginning to improve from that morning.  There was still no improvement with her legs though.  They were still excited and called the nurse in to show her.  She made a note of the progress and left the girls in the room.  Aminda turned the recorder on and continued telling their tale.

 

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We were led into the woods and the twigs, broken branches, rocks and roots hurt our knees terribly.  I began to wonder what was going to happen now.  I didn’t have long to wait however because about 100 feet into the woods we came to a clearing that was about a thirty feet by sixty feet irregular oval.  In the center of it was a marked off rectangle of ground.  It wasn’t too big but it was long enough for the tallest of us to lie down straight and have a couple of inches clearance at our head and foot.  The width though was fairly narrow and would only hold one person lying on their back with a few inches to spare on either side.

 

When we got to the rectangle there were four landscaping spikes stuck in the center.  They looked like big nails that were over a foot long and over a quarter of an inch in diameter.  I began to wonder what was up but was pretty sure we didn’t have long to wait to find out. 

 

Mistress Brittany went to the center of the square and pulled the four spikes out of the ground.  She turned to us and threw them one at a time so they landed in front of each of us on the ground.  She said, “For the next phase of your punishment you will dig a nice big hole for us.  It has been marked off so just make sure the walls are straight as you dig down.  There will always be a couple of Doms here supervising you so don’t go getting any ideas about trying to escape or use the landscaping nail to commit suicide.  They will stop you when you have dug down far enough.  The only thing you can use to dig with is the landscaping nail in front of you and your hands.  If they think you aren’t putting enough effort into digging you will be whipped.  It won’t be with anything other than a bull whip.  I assure you that the Doms I selected are in fact well trained on its use and will make your lives even more painful than they are already.  When you are finished we will then prepare you for the next phase of the punishment.  Now get busy.”

 

As tired as we were it was difficult to get the energy to do what was necessary.  We each picked up our nail and crawled over to the square.  Miss Traci said, “Each of us should start at a corner and work towards the center.  Loosen as much dirt as you can with the nail and then use your hands to shovel the dirt out.  When you run into a root, use the sharp end of the nail to hack your way through it.”

 

We each mumbled “Thank you Miss Traci” like we did whenever she told us something in class.  It was more habit than anything.  We each moved into a corner of the square and began to dig into the dirt to loosen it up enough to shovel it out by the handful.  After an hour, I had only dug a hole that was three inches deep and about two feet square.  It was rough going because of all of the roots that I kept running into and having to hack out.  The others weren’t faring any better either.  I looked to see and I had one of the bigger holes.  I didn’t know if we could do this as weak as we were. 

 

I stopped to take a breath and soon felt the pain of the whip as it hit me square between the shoulder blades.  I screamed in pain and felt a tickle start to go down my back. I realized that he had cut me with the whip.  I went back to digging with the big nail.  It wasn’t long before I heard the whip snap again and an accompanying scream of pain.  I could tell it was Lisa from the sound of it.  The three of us had heard each other scream so much over the last couple of months that we knew what each of us sounded like.  The next crack of the whip elicited a scream that I didn’t recognize and assumed it was from Miss Traci.  I was still amazed that she loved teaching so much that she was willing to go through this hell with us.  I would never say a bad thing about her ever again no matter how much I hated chemistry or how much she punished me.

 

I continued to dig and it wasn’t long before I had my corner of the rectangle down another couple of inches.  I was oblivious to what the Doms were doing when one reached down and grabbed my hair, pulling me up and out of the square.  I squealed in surprise as I dropped my big nail and reached up with both hands to try and relieve the pain from my scalp.  He pulled me over and made me kneel in front of him.  He ordered, “Pull my cock out bitch.  I need to relieve myself and I’ll be darned if I’m going to take a piss in the woods when I’ve got four perfectly good slaves here to take care of it for me.  When you’re done drinking my piss, go ahead and suck me off.”

 

I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock as fast as I could.  As soon as I had it out I put it in my mouth.  No sooner than I had it in my mouth than he started pissing.  I drank as fast as I could but I wasn’t use to this kind of thing so a little bit leaked out.  As I was drinking his piss I heard a squeal from Michelle and looked out of the corner of my eye.  Sure enough, she was being pulled out by her hair like I was.  The only difference was that the Domme that was yanking her up was female.  I saw her talking but couldn’t make out what was being said but I assumed it was similar to what I was told.  She quickly undid the girl’s pants and pulled them down along with her panties.  She leaned in and planted her mouth on the girl’s cunt and from the look of relief on the Domme’s face I could only assume that Michelle was being forced to drink her piss. 

 

I was sucking my Dom off by that time and he was getting big.  I let his cock extend down my throat and swallowed it like I had been taught.  I used all of the techniques I’d learned to bring him off quickly.  As I felt him cum in my throat I swallowed and swallowed.  When he was done cumming I tucked his cock back in his pants and zipped him up.  He pushed me away and ordered, “Get back to work cunt.”

 

As quick as I could I crawled back to my corner and began digging again.  It didn’t take long for Michelle to finish her Dom off either.  We were all back to digging when we heard the crunching sound coming from the woods.  I looked over as I continued to dig in the dirt with the nail.  There were about six Doms coming from the direction we crawled in.  Two of them went up to our guards and took their whips from them.  Those two left and our new guards turned to us and the obvious leader said, “All right you cunts.  It’s break time.  Get over here and line up on your knees.  It’s time for you to have something to eat and drink.”

 

We each dropped our nail in our respective holes and crawled over and lined up in front of the Dom that had spoken.  Four of the guys that had come in with them were stripping and that was when I realized that they were in fact slaves like we were.  The Dom ordered, “On your backs cunts and open your mouths.  You will eat every bit of sustenance that is given you no matter what.”

 

I had a sudden flash of what was to come and my stomach began to turn already.  Surely they wouldn’t make us eat shit too, I thought.  But that is exactly what was going to happen.  I was a bit too slow in getting on my back and felt the strike of the whip between my shoulder blades again.  That sped me up and I was soon on my back with my mouth open.  One of the naked males straddled each of us and squatted over our faces.  They lined up with our mouths and started straining.  I didn’t have long to wait until a big log of shit was pushing out of his ass and into my mouth.  I almost gagged from the stench alone.  Whatever they had been made to eat must have been intended to be as putrid as possible for us.  They must have been made to eat more than normal too because it seemed as if they hadn’t taken a shit for weeks.  I struggled to keep up and to keep from gagging.  I knew if I threw up that it would be even worse.  The shit came out too fast though and it piled up on my face as I struggled to swallow it. 

 

I looked out of the corner of my eye and noticed that the slave on Miss Traci was getting up.  He was obviously done.  When he lifted up she said, “Bite and swallow girls.  Small bites and swallow, don’t try to chew.  It’s the only way not to gag.”

 

I started doing as she said and held my breath as I did it and sure enough it went a lot easier than it was previously.  I was the next one to finish.  As soon as I did my hair was grabbed and I was pulled up into a kneeling position.  The slave put his cock in my mouth and started pissing.  As bad as the piss tasted, compared to the shit it was Koolaid.  It was nice to have the taste of the shit out of my mouth, even if it was replaced with the acrid taste of piss.  As soon as the guy quit pissing in my mouth he started whipping me with a flogger telling me that the coffee break was over.  I crawled back to my corner to get back to digging again and he whipped me all of the way back. 

 

That’s the way things went for the next day.  It took us to mid afternoon the next day to dig the hole deep enough for their satisfaction.  Every couple of hours four slaves were brought out to shit and piss in our mouths.  The Doms would relieve themselves in us and then have us suck them off.  During the whole time I was wondering what we were digging the hole for.  I knew we would eventually find out.  I just couldn’t imagine why we were digging such a big hole. 

 

When we were done to the satisfaction of the Doms, one of them went to get Mistress Brittany while the other stood guard over us.  We waited there kneeling at the side of the deep hole until she came.  When she did, she walked all around the hole looking down the sides to ensure they were done to her satisfaction.  She walked away saying, “Come”.

 

We started crawling behind her with the two Dom’s following behind us.  If we dropped too far behind they would use the whip to speed us up.  We headed back to the kennel and I was afraid we were going to be fucked by the dogs again.  I needn’t have worried about the dogs though. 

 

When we entered the kennel they lined us up in front of the counter in the work area of the kennel lobby.  Miss Traci was the first to be made to get up on the counter on her hands and knees.  We watched as Mistress Brittany picked up a huge three inch wide, eight inch long dildo with a hole all of the way through the center that looked to be about two inches in diameter.  Mistress Brittany didn’t even try to ease the passage of the dildo in.  She forced it into her ass hole hard and fast causing Miss Traci to scream in pain.  She whimpered after the initial push but took it without causing a ruckus.  The next thing that was done was a catheter was inserted into her urethra.  That one caused her to scream in a lot more pain than the dildo did.  Next she inserted a long ten inch dildo gag into her mouth.  Her mouth was stretched so wide I thought they would dislocate her jaw.  I noticed that the dildo gag had four holes in it, the big one corresponding to the one in her ass and a smaller one for the one in her urethra.  The smaller ones apparently were air holes that were attached to slits in the side of the dildo that lined up with the airway so the slave could breathe.  Mistress Brittany took the catheter tube and fed it into the corresponding hole in her dildo gag.  The final thing that was done was the addition of alligator clips to her nipples and her clit.  They were all joined together by a wire that had an attachment to it that looked like it would hold several similar wires.  When she was done she was made to kneel on the floor with us again. 

 

Each of us was done in a similar fashion as Miss Traci.  When we were all finally outfitted the way they wanted, we were led over to the tub they used to wash the dogs.  Above the tub was a hook in the wall with a large rubber enema bag.  It was full and looked to hold over a gallon of liquid.  This time I was the first to be put in the tub and kneel on her hands and knees.  The hose to the enema was attached to the dildo in my ass and the valve on the hose was opened.  As the enema was draining into her ass, Mistress Brittany took a two quart container of liquid and attached it to the dildo gag.  I was made to drink all of the liquid.  I knew immediately that it wasn’t just water like it looked and grimaced from the taste.  When both containers were drained, the hoses were removed and the dildos plugged.  I looked like I was about five months pregnant because of all of the fluid forced into me. 

 

Michelle was the next one into the tub.  She received the exact same treatment as I did.  When the liquid was forced down her throat I saw the grimace that Michelle had made and knew she was tasting the vile liquid being forced into her mouth.  The liquid being drained into our throats burned the whole way down.  While she was being filled with liquid, I began to moan around my gag in pain.  She was soon done with her dildos plugged and kneeling next to me.  She too was soon groaning in pain from the cramps caused by the fluids.  Not only did our stomachs burn but our entire abdomen was on fire.  Tears were running down my cheeks from the pain and when I glanced at Michelle I saw that she too was crying.  In short order Lisa and finally Miss Traci were done up the same way.  I realized that I went first to receive the maximum amount of pain and Miss Traci last to receive the least. 

 

When they were finished with us, Mistress Brittany ordered with one word again and said, “Come”.  She left the kennel with us following at a much slower pace this time.  We were slowed down tremendously by the cramps that were constantly occurring in our abdomens.  We were whipped unmercifully for going too slow but there was just no way to go any faster with all of the cramps.  We were led towards the same area of the woods that we had dug the hole.  When we entered the woods I knew that we were being taken back to the hole we had dug.  I couldn’t imagine what was to await us. 

 

When we crawled up to the hole, the first thing I noticed was that it had a huge wooden box that was exactly the size of the hole.  About two thirds of the way up from the bottom, inside the box was a half inch wooden lip that went completely around the box. There were two slaves kneeling there on either side of a large box on the opposite side of the hole.

 

I was the first to be made to crawl down into the box.  Mistress Brittany got down there with me and positioned me on my side with my back against the side of the box.  She held up her hand and without saying a word, one of the slaves handed her a big hose which she attached to the dildo in my ass. For the moment she left the catheter in the dildo gag.

 

Michelle was the next one in the box and was made to lay down in the opposite direction with her head at my feet.  Her back was towards me as well.  Mistress Brittany took the tube that was connected to my anal dildo and removed the end attached to my dildo gag and attached it to the corresponding hole in Michelle’s gag.  She removed the catheter from my gag and placed it in Michelle’s.  She now be drinking and eating all of my shit and piss and there was nothing we could do to stop it.

 

Lisa was made to crawl into the box and lie down in the same direction I was in, Michelle with her back toward me as mine was towards Michelle.  When she was in position, Mistress Brittany began attaching the hoses from Michelle’s ass and piss hole to Lisa’s gag.  When she was done with Lisa, she threaded Lisa’s ass hose over us and connected it to a Y connector on one end of the Y.  She attached a hose to the single end of the Y and connected it to my dildo gag.  She did the same to the catheter.  She connected long hoses to the open part of the Y connecter and got up holding the ends.

 

The two slaves picked up a sheet of ½ inch plywood that was to be placed on the half inch wooden strips around the box.  There were two holes drilled in the sheet that corresponded with the anal tube and the catheter.  Mistress Brittany stopped them and threaded tubes through the hole that connected to the open part of the y connections.  She lay back down and opened all of the valves that had been closed on the dildos.  Because of the enema and the extra liquid we had been made to drink our mouths were soon filled with runny shit and piss.  The slaves then lowered the sheet of plywood down into the box until it was settled firmly on the wooden strips around the edge.  Mistress Brittany ensured the tubing was pulled through the plywood as it was lowered.  Miss Traci was the last to get in.  She was allowed to lie on her back in the same direction as me.  The hoses that Mistress Brittany held were attached to the dildo in her ass and the catheter was fed into a connecter in the one coming from Miss Traci.

 

I can tell you that all three of us were crying uncontrollably during this whole process.  We just knew that we were being buried alive and that the enema and piss tubes were just to add more insult and humiliation to our slow deaths by starving.  What we didn’t see but what Miss Traci told us afterwards was that there were two long containers that were lowered on either side of her.  One of them had a kind of mash type gruel that was a bit more liquid than oatmeal and the other had water.  Each had a plunger on it that fed a small amount of food or water at certain intervals.  The food was connected to Miss Traci’s dildo gag by the big tube and the water by a tube the size of the catheter.  When she was properly connected to the food, the valves were all opened.  Miss Traci got food and water while I got a double dose of shit and urine from both Lisa and her.  I was overwhelmed and threw up at first but the stuff had no where to go but back down the tube to my stomach.

 

We three were lying in the dark at the bottom of the box as we heard the lid being nailed on.  That took the two of them about ten minutes to finish.  The next thing we heard was the sound of dirt being thrown onto the box.  That’s when we really started to panic.  We were being buried alive with no way to get out.  We were crammed into the space so tightly that we couldn’t move our hands.  We might as well have been cuffed for as little as we could move them.  We all struggled trying to get loose, to get our hands free but it was no use.  All we could do was lie there and accept our fate.  I knew that with four of us in the box that there wasn’t enough air to last for long.  I expected that by the end of the day, we would be dead.  There would be no need for a funeral because we were already buried.

 

As I lay there I became furious with Michelle for what she did.  I thought it was all her fault for getting us into this position.  I didn’t understand what she was thinking.  As the air got thinner, I began to calm down a bit but not nearly enough.  Soon the air got so thin that I passed out.  Apparently so did the others.  The only thing that went through my mind as I was falling into unconsciousness was how I could be mad at Michelle.  She couldn’t have known what they would do to us and she was just trying to show me how much she loved me.  Lisa’s letter was beautiful and screamed her love at me but how much love does someone have to carve your name into their body in a manner to always be visible.  It dawned on me then that words weren’t nearly as firm a commitment as that act was.  As I passed out I desperately wanted to tell Michelle that I understood and that I loved her and accepted her commitment.  I knew in my heart though that I would never be able to tell her that as I finally succumbed to the lack of oxygen.

 

When I woke up sometime later I thought I was in hell because nothing had changed.  I panicked again and soon found myself unconscious.  The next time I woke up I didn’t panic and breathed in slowly.  I found that if I took slow steady breaths that there was enough oxygen to allow me to stay awake.  I was definitely a bit light headed but at least I wasn’t dead.  I didn’t know how long I had been out.  There was no way to tell.  Time had no meaning and all I could do was think.  When you are in that position and can do nothing else all kinds of things start going through your head.  I found myself remembering my entire life.  I have it on good authority that the others did to.  When we compared notes later, we found that there was one common thread to each of us.  That thread was that the only joy that any of us really experienced in our lives was when we were together.  Not just one or two of us but all three of us. 

 

The only sensory input we had was the constant flow of liquid shit and piss through the tubes.  There was also the constant accompaniment of cramps in our stomachs.  As I suffered continual cramps I found myself starting to do mental games, anything to keep me sane.  It’s amazing the kind of mental gymnastics you get into without any type of sensory input.  I had no idea how much time passed but I know that I had several periods where I went to sleep and then woke up.  All I wanted to do was tell my friends and lovers how much I loved them.  That I could never choose between them.  I wanted to tell them that we were only whole when the three of us were together.  I hoped that I would be able to tell them that.  Then I prayed that I would be able to tell them.

 

Time marched on and one day turned to two.  I’m guessing it was some time during the second day that I began to hallucinate.  At first the hallucination was fairly simple and consisted of me putting a coin in a coke machine to get a coke.  Then the hallucinations became more elaborate to include a full course meal with the president and the entire congress while I was nude, followed by a gang bang.  This one also included a version with all three of us.  I then began to hallucinate that I was living with a wonderful family with my three best friends, Michelle’s mom and grandmother and I couldn’t understand why but Mistress Brittany as well.  The big difference was that Mistress Brittany was our slave and we ordered her around.  I hallucinated that the organization didn’t exist any more and that we were safe.  There were all sorts of other things I hallucinated as time went on.

 

I don’t know how much longer it was before they took the lid off and let us out.  But I can assure you that I wasn’t too cognizant when they did.  The first sign that something was happening was when I heard the sound of thumping and scraping on the top of the box.  Then I heard the screech of nails being pulled.  Soon I could hear movement on the board just above us and after about ten minutes the plywood was being lifted.  The light was so bright that I couldn’t keep my eyes open. It took a few minutes for Mistress Brittany to disconnect the tubes from each of us.  The dildos stayed in for now but as soon as we were disconnected we were ordered to get out. 

 

All four of us were finally lined up next to the hole.  We watched as they lifted the box out of the hole.  The slaves that pulled it out carried it off as we were given teaspoons by Mistress Brittany.  She ordered, “You bitches made the hole, now you get to fill it.  You will put the handle of these spoons between your teeth and you will fill the hole one teaspoon at a time. When you’re done, we have something else in mind for you.  Your punishment isn’t over yet.  Now get busy.”

 

Mistress Brittany threw a spoon in front of each of us.  I was the first to try and pick it up with my hands to put it in my mouth.  The second I touched it I heard the crack of the whip and felt a searing pain on my back.  I screamed in agony and after getting control I leaned down and picked the spoon up between my teeth.  It was hard to get it in a decent position but after a bit of finagling I finally had a firm hold on it.  I crawled over to where we had piled all of the dirt when we dug the hole.  I was the last to get busy due to my little mistake of trying to pick the spoon up. 

 

As I approached, I saw how they bent down and pushed the spoon into the dirt.  Lisa pushed into the dirt and apparently didn’t have a firm bite on the spoon.  The next thing I knew she was gagging and coughing and all you could see was the very tip of the business end of the spoon stuck out of her mouth.  As soon as she started to lift her hand to pull it out of her throat, the Dom hit her with the whip hard.  As she inhaled deeply to scream the handle end of the spoon went in even deeper and she started coughing and gagging even more.  I dropped my spoon on the ground and crawled over to her as fast as I could.  I didn’t dare try to grab the spoon with my hand but I put my arms around her and pushed on her enough for her to get the idea to roll over on her back.  She held her mouth open still gagging a bit.  I leaned down and was just able to get the spoon between my tongue and upper teeth.  I put as much pressure on it as I could and pulled back.  The spoon started to come out but it slipped loose after a short distance.  The good thing was that I could now get it between my teeth.  I bit down on it hard and pulled back.  It came out this time and I could see the thankful look on Lisa’s face.  We hugged each other desperately for a few seconds before I felt a sting from the whip between my shoulder blades again.

 

Lisa got back up on her hands and knees and took the end of the spoon in her teeth.  I went back to my spoon and when I looked at the Senior Doms that were watching us, they were laughing at us.  I blushed but kept on going until I got to my spoon.  I picked it up with my teeth and with a very firm bite I pushed it into the dirt.  When it was full I crawled over to the hole and emptied the spoon into it.  It looked like it would take us a long time to fill it up at this pace.  I tried to speed up as much as possible.  But as exhausted as I was and I’m sure the others were I knew it was going to take a long time.

 

We worked through the evening and through the night with nothing but the full moon giving us light, through the next  morning and into the next afternoon.  The only breaks we got were when a Dom had to take a piss or wanted to be sucked off.  They took great pleasure in humiliating us at every turn possible.  Some of them took particular pleasure in humiliating Miss Traci because she was a teacher.  It only delayed us a little.  We kept at it with no sleep and no food until the mound of dirt was in the hole along with all of the roots we had chiseled out.  We had worked through another night and it was just beginning to show signs of dawn, giving enough light to see by without other light sources.  When I looked at the others, their faces were covered with dirt.  I figured that my face looked the same.  I went over to the others and scraped as much of the dirt off of Miss Traci’s face as I could with my finger and then I licked her clean the rest of the way.  Michelle and Lisa saw what I was doing and did the same for each other.  Miss Traci returned the favor to me and while she cleaned me I closed my eyes.

 

When I opened my eyes, Mistress Brittany was standing there.  She had her hands on her hips and said, “Now isn’t that sweet.  Pussycat is licking her bitchpups clean.  Now if you are all done grooming each other, follow me.  We have a nice little game for you to play.  I just know your going to love it. Ha!!! Ha!!! Ha!!!”

 

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Sarah started to fall asleep so Aminda stopped and turned off the recorder.  She and Michelle lay down on either side of Sarah and cuddled with her as she slept.  They looked at each other over Sarah and mouthed a silent ‘I love you’ to each other.  It wasn’t long before they were all three asleep. 

 

Meanwhile back in Washington, Brittany’s torment was getting even worse.  After slaves Diane and Ginger prepared her and took up their kneeling position at the door, it was only about twenty minutes before the council came in.  They all took positions at the large desk at the end of the dungeon.  Once in position, Scott McBride announced, “You may begin the next phase of the punishment.”

 

Diane and Ginger went to a heavy set of double oak doors and left the room.  They soon entered the dungeon with a quarter horse in tow.  Diane led the horse while Ginger carried a bottle of fluid.  Both women were still wearing the vampire gloves.  As they came up to Brittany they noticed that she was either passed out or asleep from her ordeal.  Ginger took the spray bottle she was carrying and sprayed it all over Brittany’s ass.  She then stuck the nozzle into her cunt and began spraying about a hundred squirts into her. 

 

Diane finished spraying the liquid into Brittany’s cunt and put the bottle aside.  Brittany was still out so Diane started spanking her as hard as she could with the vampire gloves.  After about 10 strikes, Brittany finally began to groan as she woke up.  Diane went in front and lifted her head by her hair so she could see her eyes.  They were still half closed and unfocused so Diane reached under and began to pinch her tits with the pin filled gloves and pulling as hard as she could.  That finally woke Brittany up and she started screaming and begging for mercy.

 

When Brittany was fully awake, Diane finally let go and pulled her head up by the hair again.  She said, I just wanted you awake because we have someone here that wants a piece of that fat ass of yours.  I’m sure you’ll just love him like Ginger and I did.  He’s wanted you for a long time but you just kept turning your back on him.  I know that you won’t disappoint him now, will you?”

 

Brittany just groaned as Diane dropped her head.  Diane moved a platform to either side of Brittany’s head and placed it in the right position.  Ginger led the horse up in front of Brittany and coaxed it up so that its front hooves were on the platforms and his extending cock was right in front of Brittany’s nose.  Diane reached under her and grabbed her right tit in her gloved hand causing Brittany to scream in pain.  Diane whispered, “If you want me to let go of your tit then suck that cock like you love it.  Until you do, I keep grinding these pins as hard as I can into them.  Oh… and I’m not the judge if you’re doing it right or not.  The council is so you better convince them you like it.  So get busy.”

 

By that point Brittany would do anything to get the gloved hand off her tit.  The pain was absolutely excruciating.  She lifted her head up and began trying to capture the tip of the huge cock in her mouth.  She couldn’t reach it with her mouth and her wrists were shackled to the bench she was draped across so Ginger reached under with an ungloved hand and guided the horse’s cock to Brittany’s mouth. Brittany was still screaming in agony as her tits were being tortured but she leaned in and took the tip of the horses cock into her mouth and started sucking.

 

Brittany put all of her effort into sucking the horses cock and it began to harden and lengthen down her throat.  After about five minutes the cock had extended to the back of her throat and she started gagging.  She suppressed her gag reflex as best she could and kept on sucking as hard as possible.  The horses cock extended down her throat and eventually blocked her airway.  She kept on sucking until her oxygen supply began to run out.  She started struggling for breath and was jerking about due to lack of air when Scott finally gave the signal to Ginger to take the horse away.

 

Brittany was on the brink of passing out when all of a sudden she was able to take in a deep breath.  She breathed out ‘oh god no’ in desperation as she knew what was coming.  Ginger led the horse behind Brittany and coaxed it back up on to the platform.  She guided his cock to Brittany’s well used cunt and coaxed him forward until it was in about six inches.  Then she spanked the horses flank.  He lunged forward forcing his huge cock to the end of Brittany’s cunt and through her cervix.  The horses cock finally hit the back of Brittany’s uterus and almost kept going. 

 

Brittany screamed in agony at the force of the thrust.  The horses cock had gone in almost 18 inches and was about 5 inches thick at the point where it entered her cunt.  The horse drew back and began humping Brittany like she was a Mare in heat.  That is of course what the horse thought because of the urine that Diane had sprayed in her.  It was taken from a mare that was in estrus and ready to mate.  The horse humped away for a couple of minutes and then flooded Brittany with horse cum.  The force of the cum was so much that it squirted back almost three feet from the joined cock and cunt.  The horse dismounted and Ginger led him out of the dungeon. 

 

Diane reached over and pulled a lever that released a catch on the bench that Brittany was over.  The bench turned and Brittany’s head went down toward the floor until she was upside down and her gaping cunt was pointing up to the ceiling.  Diane locked the bench in place again and went over to the enema area.  She picked up the end of a hose and turned on the water.  She pulled the hose over to Brittany and after adjusting the nozzle to its strongest spray she stuck it into her uterus and let the water wash out the horses cum. 

 

Brittany groaned in pain from the force of the water hitting the back of her womb.  It felt like a thousand little knives were cutting her up inside but in reality, no damage was being done.  After a few minutes the water was running clear of any globs of horse cum.  Diane pulled the hose out and turned the nozzle off.  She took the hose to the enema area and turned the water off.   She reached into a cooler and pulled out a bowl of ice.  She took that over to Brittany and began putting ice in her cunt.  She didn’t stop until she had emptied the entire bowl of ice and forced it all in. 

 

At first Brittany welcomed the ice because it relieved the fire she was feeling from her abused nether regions.  But it soon became extremely painful.  She started groaning and then screaming as she begged for them to take the ice out.  After ten minutes the pain began to subside and turn her vaginal walls and uterus numb.  That is when Diane released the lever and tilted it until Brittany’s cunt was toward the floor.  The ice and water drained out of her cunt in a rush.  To make sure that all of the ice was out, Diane took a glove off her right hand and forced it up into Brittany’s womb.  She felt around to ensure that there was no ice left and before pulling her hand out she punched the back of her uterus a couple of times with her fist.

 

Brittany of course screamed in agony when she did that.  But she didn’t really know what agony was, though she was soon going to find out.  After Diane pulled her fist out of her cunt, she tilted Brittany back so that her cunt was pointing straight up to the ceiling.  Diane looked up toward Ginger who was standing by the two pots they had turned on earlier.  She nodded her head and as Ginger brought one of the pots over she explained to Brittany saying, “The council has this little tradition for organization members that turn on them.  You see, they make a candle in the form of their cunt and womb and their ass.  Ginger is bringing over some nice hot wax that has just enough resin in it to harden the wax to our satisfaction.  And believe me when I say hot.  It is just short of boiling so it should feel real good in the frozen cunt of yours.”

 

Brittany began begging, “Oh please have mercy.  Please just kill me.  Don’t do this, please no.”

 

She kept begging and begging for them to kill her as Diane took a long needle like rod.  There was a long needle with a wick crimped into a hollow opening at the opposite end to the point.  Diane pushed the rod down into the end of Brittany’s womb and pushed the pin into the wall of her uterus.  She pulled the rod out and held the wick up tight.  She signaled Ginger who picked up the pot of wax and held it over to her.  With the approval of the council, Ginger began to pour the hot wax/resin mix into her cunt as Diane held the wick straight up.  At first the numbness of the ice took the initial shock of the extremely hot wax off.  But it soon felt to Brittany like her insides were on fire, which was close to the truth.  She screamed in agony for a long time before she finally passed out.

 

Ginger filled Brittany’s gapping cunt until it was filled just to overflowing.  As she took the pot over to clean it and put it away, Diane broke an ammonia capsule in front of Brittany’s nose.  It took a while for her to wake up, but when she did, Brittany was screaming again in agony.  The hot wax was creating a fire within her loins like none other that she had ever felt.  After a couple of minutes she passed out again. 

 

Diane walked in front of the council and assumed the slave’s position on her knees.  When Scott gave her permission to speak she said, “I’m sorry master but she keeps passing out.  She needs something that will keep her awake.”

 

Scott reached beside him on the council table and picked up a syringe that he had brought in with him.  He said, “Approach the council and then take this and inject it into her.  Insert the needle into her vein like you were going to draw blood and then inject the contents.  This is laced with just enough stimulant to keep her awake through most of the remaining torture.”

 

Diane stepped up to the table and took the offered syringe.  She went back to Brittany and as she continued to hang upside down she put the needle in the crook of her elbow and slowly pushed the needle into Brittany’s vein.  She pulled back on the plunger to ensure she had the needle in the vein and then injected the stimulant in.  She took the needle out and slammed it point first into her ass as she went to get an ammonia capsule.  Brittany was so out of it that she didn’t even flinch at the pain from the needle being forced in her ass. 

 

When Diane returned she had another ammonia capsule and broke it in front of Brittany’s nose.  It took a minute before she finally woke up.  Brittany groaned in pain before she became alert enough to beg, “No more… no more… can’t take any more.  Please have mercy.”

 

Diane got down on her knees and bent down to Brittany and said, “How many times did Ginger and I beg the same way and you just said, and I quote, ‘You can take it cunt.  The party has just started.  You haven’t seen anything yet.’  Now buck up and take your punishment you stupid bitch.”  As she said the last part, Diane reached in and grabbed Brittany’s tit with the vampire glove covered hand and began to roughly grip her tit.  Brittany screamed some more in pain, both from the burning in her cunt and the pain of the needles attacking her tits.

 

Diane and Ginger spent the next half hour as the wax/resin mix hardened, spanking every inch of Brittany’s body with the Vampire gloves again.  Then they spent another half hour rubbing salt into her wounds to inflict as much pain as possible.  Brittany was in constant pain now, both inside and out.  She didn’t think things could get any worse, but she would be wrong.  As Diane had told her, the worst of the torture was yet to come.

 

After the hour was up, Diane checked the hardness of the wax in Brittany’s cunt and found that it had hardened sufficiently for their purposes.  She released the lever and tilted the bench and then began turning a crank that lowered the bench some.  When she had the bench at the right height, she signaled Ginger.  Ginger left the dungeon through the double oak doors and returned a few minutes later with an absolutely huge white Great Pyrenees.  The dog was about 30 inches tall and weighed about 150 pounds. 

 

Ginger led the dog up to Brittany’s ass and patted her on the ass as she commanded fuck ghost… fuck ass.

 

Ghost jumped up and wrapped his front legs around Brittany’s waist.  He started working his hind legs closer and closer to Brittany’s ass.  When he was close enough, Diane reached down and guided his cock into Brittany’s almost virgin ass, made even tighter by the large candle they had made in her distended cunt after the horse fucking.  When he felt the tip of his cock touch the rosebud of her ass he lunged forward and drove his cock half way up into her.  The force of the thrust pinched the membrane between her cunt and ass against the hardened wax.  The burned flesh of her cuntal walls caused Brittany to scream as she never had before.  In addition to having a huge cock being forced up her ass, the solid candle filling her cunt and womb wasn’t flexible and restricted her anal passage causing her anal sphincter to tear in several places as it forced in. 

 

The dog wasn’t going to stop because of a little restriction.  He had been trained especially for this purpose.  He kept pounding and pounding away at Brittany’s asshole.  Each inward thrust sank his cock in a bit farther.  Because her ass was tighter than normal, it took longer for him to get his cock in all of the way.  By the time his cock was in to the knot, his knot had swollen to half of its full size.  At that point it was already four inches in diameter.  This dog had been trained to not cum until its knot was imbedded in his partner so he began forcing harder and harder into Brittany’s ass to plant his knot in.

 

Brittany was constantly screaming in pain now and saying ‘It’s too big…it’s too big’.  It was only the stimulant that was keeping her from passing out from the severity of the pain.  She had never felt anything like it.  She was beginning to really understand what she had been doing to the slaves all these years. 

 

After about five minutes of having her asshole bruised by the constant pounding of Ghost’s knot, it finally pushed its way in.  The dog gave a couple of more thrusts until the knot had sunk deep enough and then he started thrusting rapidly in a machine gun fashion.  The dog’s knot swelled up to twice the size it was to just over 7 inches.  The pain was excruciating and Brittany screamed from the pain.  A couple of more small rips occurred in her rectum to accommodate the large knot.  Soon, Brittany felt the warmth of the dog’s cum flood her ass hole.  Brittany shuddered in fear as she wept because she knew what was coming next. 

 

After the dog quit cumming, he turned around ass end to ass end to Brittany and stood there.  Normally they would allow the dog’s knot to go down before allowing him to pull out.  This was all about causing pain and punishing Brittany so Ginger pulled her arm back and slapped the dog’s ass hard with her bare hand.  The dog yelped in surprise and tried to pull out yelping and whimpering in pain.  Brittany screamed in agony as it felt like her asshole was being pulled out, which was nearly the truth.  The dog’s cock didn’t come out though.  Again Ginger slapped his ass with her bare hand and again the dog tried to pull out.  This time the dog put all of his energy into the thrust and pulled his still swollen knot out of Brittany’s ass.  Brittany’s scream was long and hard and continued long after the dog was out.  Cum poured out of her ass as she screamed.

 

The council watched with smiles at Brittany’s agony.  They were very happy to see the bitch get what was coming to her.  She had few friends among the masters and mistresses.  She was never very sociable but she had a talent for putting on a good show with the slaves.  She had also managed to jump many other more senior members of the organization to get to the council.  So in the end when you add the betrayal of the organization on top of that, there was great glee in seeing Brittany get what was coming to her.

 

They watched as Diane tilted Brittany back up and cleaned her out with the hose.  Then she repeated the icing process in her ass like she had with her cunt.  As her ass was being packed with ice, Brittany was groaning ‘no more… no more… no more…’ over and over again.  They all found that extremely pleasing.  Diane left the ice for about ten minutes and then tilted her over to drain it out.  She put her hand down Brittany’s ass and felt to insure there was no ice left.  She took special care to cause as much pain as she could while she did it, much to the council’s delight.  Finally she pulled her hand out and turned Brittany up so her ass was pointing toward the ceiling.  She inserted the wick rod and pushed it in over a foot and a half before she pushed the needle into the intestinal wall where the colon turned and released it.  She pulled the rod out and held the wick centered in her gaping ass as Ginger brought the other pot of hot wax and resin over.  The council applauded as Brittany screamed in agony as the hot wax poured into her anal cavity and burned the lining.  It was only due to the stimulant that Brittany didn’t pass out. 

 

By that point Brittany was totally out of it.  She was still conscious but her entire world was nothing but pain.  She wanted to die in the worst way yet the pain and drugs wouldn’t let her.  The drugs they had given her kept her awake but her awareness was focused on one thing and one thing only.  That was the pain she was suffering.  She kept chanting ‘No more…no more…’ over and over again.

 

For the next hour the council watched as Ginger and Diane began to bring in the equipment for the final phase of Brittany’s punishment.  The first thing they wheeled in was a large container that looked like an aquarium.  It was large enough to hold a man that was six and a half feet tall and wide enough for two people to lie down side by side.  After they wheeled that in they brought in a long clear two inch diameter plastic hose and connected one end to a connecter at the bottom center of the small right side of the container.  They took the other end of the hose and connected it to a connecter on the wall to the right of the council.  When they were done they pushed some steps up to the container that would allow a person to step up and over the edge. 

 

When everything was set up, Diane and Ginger went over to Brittany.  It had been the better part of an hour since the hot wax had been poured into her ass.  It was quite the amusing sight to the council to see Brittany hanging upside down and red faced with both her cunt and ass filled to the brim with hard wax.  There was about a foot of wick still left out of the candles.  Ginger and Diane went to Brittany and each grabbed a wick and wrapped it around her hand.  Then on signal from the council they both pulled with all of their strength on their wick. 

 

The one in Diane’s hand came out first.  It was the one in Brittany’s ass and it tapered from a small flat end to a bulging base where the dog’s knot had expanded her rectum.  The wick at the small end actually came out about six inches below the tip.  From wick to base it was about 16 inches.  The tip looked like it had begun to turn and that a portion had been broken off in her ass. She picked up a knife and began carving the excess wax off of the top.  She then cut the excess wick off of the base and took the candle of Brittany’s ass and placed it on the council table to the right of Scott. 

 

While Diane was busy finishing up with her candle, Ginger had been continuing to strain to pull out the cunt candle.  It very slowly released the walls of her womb and began to come through the constriction of her cervix which though almost two inches across was still not quite as wide as her inner uterus.  The cervix finally expanded enough to let the almost three inches wide top of the candle through. She kept pulling and finally with an audible pop, it came out.  The base of the candle was over four inches wide and tapered down to two inches where the cervix was.  That distance was about 7 inches from base to its narrowest and then expanded to three inches wide where the candle had been in the uterus.  It was about 6 inches long from the cervix constriction to the wick.  Ginger took a knife and cut the needle off of the wick at the tip and the extra wick at the base.  When she was done she took the candle to the council table and set it to the left of Scott.

 

While Ginger had been fixing up the candle, Diane had returned to Brittany and was releasing the cuffs holding her wrists to the bench she was draped over.  She was soon joined by Ginger who started releasing the shackles holding her legs to the bench.  When she was released they helped her up and supported her between them as they walked her toward the container.  Brittany was in so much pain that she wasn’t even aware of what was going on.  When they walked her up the steps she stepped into the container without any resistance. 

 

Ginger helped her to lie down on her back and told her. “Rest now Brittany.  Your punishment is almost over.  Just rest here for awhile.” 

 

Ginger told her so gently that Brittany began to think that the punishment was over.  Diane handed Ginger an ammonia capsule and she took it and broke it under Brittany’s nose.  She kept tapping her cheek until Brittany’s eye’s finally focused on her.  They were filled with agony but at least she wasn’t in a mental cloud any more.  Now that Ginger had her attention she said, “Ah… I see you finally decided to join us.  There is one final part of your punishment.  It is selected just for you.  You see this nice little container your in.  You are to spend some quality time with some little friends of yours.  Diane here is pouring honey all over you and I’m going to squirt this honey up your cunt and ass.  You see the council knows all about your diagnosis with Myrmecophobia…… your irrational fear of ants.  They decided that your final time on this earth should be at the mercy of those you fear so much.  Isn’t that wonderful?”

 

Ginger and Diane giggled in glee as they finished covering Brittany with the honey inside and out.  When they were done, they got out of the container and took two large sealed containers teaming with ants and emptied them in on top of Brittany.

 

As Brittany’s eye’s widened in irrational fear she started thrashing around as Diane and Ginger pulled the top onto the container and sealed it tight.  The only supply of air was now coming from the hose.  The ants swarmed all over Brittany and having found a ready source of food began to take little bites of it and return down the tube with it.  The council watched as after ten minutes more and more ants started coming down the tube to the container.  The ants swarmed all over Brittany and she thrashed about trying to brush them off.  There were thousands of them though and the effort was useless.  But that didn’t stop her from trying, much to the joy of the council as they watched her thrash about.  They continued watching as the ants started forming a line leaving the container.  They watched as almost thirty minutes later even more ants began to swarm into the container.  Twice as many ants were entering than were leaving so Brittany was soon completely covered with ants.  The ants had quickly ran out of honey and soon found the dried blood and wounded flesh and began to snip little bits of Brittany off at a time. 

 

Brittany found herself in pure hell at that moment.  She had, had many a nightmare where she had been devoured by a swarm of ants.  That is why she feared them so.  As far back as she could remember, she remembered ants crawling over her as a child in the infested apartment she grew up in.  That led to her growing and uncontrollable fear of even the tiniest ant.  Now she found herself living, or rather dieing in the manner of her most severe nightmare. 

 

The council couldn’t have picked a longer, more horrific way for Brittany to die.  She snapped mentally at that moment and could do nothing but try to survive.  Her fear consumed her totally.  Minutes turned to hours as she continued to struggle, the drugs not allowing her body to give up.  But the struggles became weaker and weaker with time.  She kept her eyes and mouth closed but the ants invaded every other orifice.  Finally after a couple of hours of constant, pinching pain from the ants, Brittany quit struggling.  She was still alive but only by the barest margin. 

 

………………

 

At the FBI headquarters that morning they quickly came up with a plan.  By the time the teams were assembled it was mid afternoon.  One team would go to the cabin Darrell took Karen to for their honeymoon while the other team would go up the back way to avoid the sensors.  Karen went up the back way and went in with the advanced team.  It was reaching almost four in the afternoon when they were finally at the cabin.  After searching around the cabin, they found the side with two big oak double doors.  They watched as Diane and Ginger brought out the equipment they had been using on Brittany and began to clean it.  Karen indicated that, that was most likely the entrance to the dungeon and would be the best and quickest way in.  The order was given and the team at the cabin rushed in while the team at the Mitchell cabin departed to join them.

 

The council had just finished voting on the replacements for their council and had just begun the process of selecting the new backup council when all of a sudden the double oak doors burst open.  About 25 FBI agents swarmed the chamber and began locking up the council. 

 

Karen was the one that noticed the swarm of ants when she entered the dungeon.  The others hadn’t thought anything of it as you couldn’t see a person because of the thousands of ants covering Brittany.  Karen screamed for help as she began to release the clasps holding the top on.  Several agents began to help her.  Karen yelled for one of them to bring the hose and turn it on.  As soon as the top was off, she began to spray the ants off of Brittany.  She was crying for her former enemy.  She couldn’t imagine a worse way to go than to be eaten alive like Brittany had been.  She sprayed the water in her cunt and ass to wash out as many of the ants as she could.  As she did, she kept telling Brittany, “It’s all right now Brittany.  I’ve come to save you.  I promised I wouldn’t let anything happen to you and I failed.  I’m so sorry for what has happened to you.  Please don’t die.  I’ll take care of you if I need to but please don’t die.”

 

Brittany was in a fog… a dream world somewhere between life and death.  She dreamed she was being rescued by none other than doggyslut, the person she had tormented so much.  She couldn’t comprehend why someone who hated her so much would want to rescue her.  She attributed it to her mind playing tricks on her in order to survive.  She slipped into sweet oblivion as she felt herself being picked up.

 

As Karen finally finished cleaning as many of the ants off of Brittany as she could, the sight that beheld her was sickening.  Brittany’s body was raw and bloated from swelling.  Karen wondered how anyone could be alive, the way her body looked.  With tears in her eyes and a strength driven by need she reached down and picked Brittany up and stepped out of the container.  She ignored the bites of the ants that were angrily attacking her and quickly went down the steps and out the double doors.  She circled the cabin just in time for Gregg, Sam and Frank to catch up to her.  She went to Bill carrying Brittany and ordered, “Call in a helicopter now.  Brittany’s in bad shape and we need to get her to a hospital ASAP.  And make sure they know that I will be going with them.  If you have to get another FBI helicopter then do it and charge me for it.  But I want it to happen yesterday.  There’s enough of a clearing at the Mitchell cabin to land a couple of helicopters so tell them to land there.”

 

Bill got on the radio and soon had two helicopters enroute.  They were both FBI helicopters and were waiting close by.  They had them at the Mitchell cabin in ten minutes which was about how long it took them to load Brittany into an SUV and drive down.  Bill sent Pete along with them as he headed up the search of the cabin.  He knew that most of the evidence would most likely be inadmissible because of how the information was obtained.  But they had enough other evidence that he felt that they could still lock them up for the rest of their lives. 

 

It took about a half hour to fly to the hospital.  Brittany was getting weaker as they went but she didn’t die.  Karen held her hand the whole way and kept telling her that she was there for her and not to let go.  That was truly the only thing that kept Brittany struggling for survival.  When they rushed Brittany into the hospital, they all recognized Karen and her team immediately.  Then they saw Brittany being wheeled in and they looked shocked at the sight she presented.  These were military doctors that had seen some of the worst wounds battle could send them and they were shocked that anyone could still be alive in the condition Brittany was in.

 

When they started to wheel Brittany into one of the ER rooms, Karen kept right up with them holding Brittany’s hand.  She told the doctors, “I’m staying with her.  Whatever has to be done, I’m not letting go of her hand as long as she’s alive.  She needs to know that there is someone who wants her to live or she’ll give up.”

 

The ER team had been through this before with Karen and the FBI so there were no objections like there had been previously.  They wheeled Brittany in and Karen told them how they found her.  Almost all of the nurses were in tears, hearing of what happened to Brittany.  The doctors started taking every step they could to stabilize Brittany and get her vitals to something akin to normal.  They gave her an IV, which was difficult to start due to her veins being so hard to find. They also began to give her blood and flooded her with antibiotics to stop any infection in its tracks.  They had an Anesthesiologist come in and put her under so they could work on her.  Finally they started trying to stitch up the deeper of the wounds.  They worked on her for hours and after two pints of blood her heart beat had strengthened enough for her to be considered out of immediate jeopardy but she was far from being safe from dieing. 

 

They then began to take assessment of other injuries.  When the exam turned to her vaginal and anal openings the severe burning was obvious.  The head doctor came up to Karen and said, “We have to take Brittany into surgery so that we can see how extensive her internal injuries are.  I’m afraid that there may be some permanent damage to her reproductive organs.  We’ll do what we can to save them for her.  It seems that her anal opening swelled closed enough to prevent a lot of damage from the ants but that wasn’t the case elsewhere.  Her colon and rectum were obviously burned but it looks like second degree burns.  Time will only tell if she will need a bowel resection because of it.  You’ll have to wait out here while we operate on her.  We just can’t let you into the surgery room.  She’s stable now thanks to you so please go join your team in the waiting room.  We’ll let you know what happens when she comes out of surgery.”

 

Karen went to the waiting room and joined the rest of the team.  She filled them in on Brittany’s status and then they waited.  Gregg and Pete went down to the hospital cafeteria and brought everyone some dinner.  They waited hours for word.  A couple of times the head doctor would come and explain what was going on and what tests and procedures were being done.  Karen refused to leave as time passed midnight and then two, then three in the morning.  Finally they came out and notified them that Brittany was in recovery. 

 

The chief of surgery led Karen and Gregg into recovery and allowed them to stay with Brittany.  She was wrapped from head to toe with bandages because of the extensive damage to her skin.  The doctor had told them that every part of her body had been damaged and they were treating her just like they would someone with third degree burns.  She would be in severe pain if she was allowed to stay awake so they had her drugged up to keep her under.  They stayed there in recovery with her until mid morning when Brittany somehow came out of the drug induced coma and her eye’s opened.  The first sight she saw was Karen holding her hand.  She quietly asked, “Am I dreaming?”

 

Karen was surprised to hear anything and turned to Brittany with tears in her eyes and gave her a sad smile as she said, “No, you’re not dreaming.  Your alive and in a hospital now.  You’re safe from the organization for now.  I’m here for you so just rest.  I’m not leaving you.”

 

Brittany weakly responded, “I wasn’t dreaming?  You rescued me?”

 

Karen was fighting back tears as she responded, “Yes I did.”

 

Brittany then quietly asked in a whisper the magic question, “Why?”

 

Karen quietly answered, “Because no one deserves to die that way and I promised I would watch out for you.”

 

Brittany slowly shook her head yes and went back into her drug induced coma.  For the first time in a long time, Brittany had a smile on her face.  Not a smile of evil retribution like she gave to slaves many times but a smile of knowing that someone actually cared enough to save her from certain death.  Something even she didn’t think she deserved.  She had decided in that instant that her life belonged to Karen/doggyslut from now on.  She could do nothing else.  Her mind had snapped while she was being punished.  The old Brittany was forever gone and the new one had come back with Karen as her sole focus for living.  Nothing else in life mattered.  Karen was her savior and her life now was hers to do with as she pleased.  For the first time in her life she felt she really belonged to someone. 

 

As she slipped back into unconsciousness for her body to heal, her dreams all focused on serving and belonging to her savior Karen to the exclusion of all else and her dreams rewrote her life.  The old Brittany was gone, never to surface again.  The old memories were erased and would only survive in her nightmares.  Her dreams became her memories, memories of serving her savior and only her savior. 

 

This is the end of Chapter 53.

 

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